Buddha in Glory, by Rainer Maria Rilke

Buddha in Glory

Center of all centers, seed of seeds,
self-enclosed almond growing sweeter
all of this, to the very last star,
is the fruit of your flesh: be praised!
You feel how things no longer cling to you,
so infinite is your shell;
and within it flows your heavy sap
impelled by distant rays,
for your giant glowing galaxies
twist in every direction.
And what survives the stars
is already begun in you.

poems.one - Rainer Maria Rilke

Rainer Maria Rilke